October

How is your day going

When June starts with rain

Who was I at that time?

Rain is always happy

The pull of his smile paints my envy

Right where there are gray clouds

Until October goes

Of course there is only my story about you

The weak door opens slowly

He said rest

But I insist

Until the night sinks into darkness

Sitting still reminds me

How long has that question been hanging in the air

Without being greeted by a comma

As if that would be the end of the story

The one without a groove, somewhere stretches out In that lost I was angry

Angry because secretly you're happy

While sadness is only in my eyelids